my little homie's got way more kora than you
and you could try to roll up
we'll just do what we do. and i ain't lying we got guns
they say they're coming for my life
mean shit. i'm 'bout to show these levas the
real meaning of sick. i keep my pistol loaded
they call me armageddon. i'm living like a soldier
dead on arrival. never feel remorse 'cause
that's the way i was tought
and with only one shot! go and hit it
should know where to come
big guns! puttin' in work
'cuse all my familiy's walkero
gotta gangbang. you know!
don't make me pull the trigger back
i bet a hydro shock bullet puts an end to our
feud. i got a thick vendetta for my fallen walkeros. smokin' all these levas
like i'm smokin' the leno. when
you could ask anybody 'cause they know i'm legit
lil cuete talks about that serio shit. i could rotten
you in day or night like if it was nothing
pull the trigger start dumpin'. and ese cuete
got plenty and many 'stilos
that you couldn't see. and
you could come and try to take it
'cause me and my walkeros know that you ain't fuckin'
it's yours. i got my soldiers
strapped up and we're ready for war. we can go
toe-to-toe or we could all get down. i'm talkin' 'bout matching
guns and going round for round. i've been in crazier shit
than dealing with you. i've got a million other cholos trying
to get me too. it doesn't start with me
i was brought up to be crazy and sick in the mind. ain't no question about it
i represent 'til i die. i got this
without even trying. i put that
the day they put me to rest